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Katniss looked up. The silver packages came floating down… They felt… alive. They pulsed with energy… with fire. They were bombs. THEY WERE BOMBS?! One of the bombs trembled and shook, and Katniss’s panicking mind focused on it. In an instant, it stopped trembling. It floated to the earth, inert. Others were trembling and shaking, and Katniss defused all of them. Some of the children were confused about why some opened, full of presents, and others did not. Better that they didn't know.
Katniss was PISSED! She picked up all the bombs with her mind, and sent them back into the air. Distant booms, almost like pops, heralded the screeching wail as the airplanes fell from the sky, directly into the Capitol. President Snow was one of the first to fall.
Katniss was the Girl on Fire… But she didn’t call herself that anymore. From now on, she was… Phoenix.
A few universes over, Jean Grey sneezed. "Brr! It's cold today!"